09.10.08
Rain, rain, rain on my mind.
It’s been a crazy couple of weeks and I’m pretty much wiped out. I had to memorize the five apostolic prayers and do the corresponding assignments, write two essays, read two books, on top of my regular 34 hour Sacred Trust/Prayer Room Time and 8.5 hours of classes plus E12 and working the Prophetic and Spiritual Warfare Conference. And I’ve been reading the Bible a lot. I’m trying to get through it in a month, which is entirely plausible for me because I read non-stop.
I’ve just been so consumed with getting everything I can out of this experience. There are only like 3 more months and God knows if I’ll ever get an opportunity like this again. I’m so afraid of going home and realizing that I haven’t changed at all.
I don’t want to be the same anymore.
09.06.08
Bow down and Kiss the Son
There’s a part of me that isn’t as thankful as it should be.
I’m almost broke and then somewhere out of the blue today, my mom tells me my dad is going to deposit a couple hundred dollars in my account tomorrow. I am happy. My faith has grown. But I am not thankful. Or at least not as thankful as I should be.
I’m thankful to my parents. But thanking God for providing them the money, didn’t even cross my mind until hours later.
It kills me when I see mentally disabled people more thankful than I am, more in love with God. When I have EVERYTHING.
Teach me thankfulness.
